Damian sat cross-legged on a thick branch, his back pressed against the ancient tree's trunk.
His eyes were closed and his breathing had settled into a rhythm as Aura flowed through his body in controlled cycles.
The red sky phenomenon had done something to the world's Aura density. What normally took hours of meditation to absorb now flooded into his core in minutes.
'If I'm going to be trapped here, I might as well use time to train as well.'
His Aura circulation accelerated, pulling more power, refining it and integrating it into his core.
The process was working exactly as it should.
But something was wrong.
He'd been cultivating for hours now, cycling Aura with perfect efficiency, absorbing the enhanced ambient energy with every breath.
His core should have been expanding, his rank progressing toward B+.
Instead, he'd hit a wall.
'My talent.'
The realization settled over him like a weight.
